to the Future on Triplicane High Road
flower sellers reminded me of a song from a more innocent time which goes
along the lines of - "Someone told me there's a girl out there with
love in her eyes and flowers in her hair." The song was called Going
Rainbows in Chennai
advertisements were almost carbon copies of the ones in the West, in terms
of the products and the shiny coca-cola lifestyles promoted. MTV India
was populated with veejays (presenters) who talked like Americans, dressed
like Americans and probably wanted to be American...
in Delhi, Chills in Chennai and Vomit in Varkala: Don't Ask How I Am!
kidneys were on fire and to attempt to lie still seemed to be the least
painful option. But I couldn't lie still. I still writhed in pain, and
it was going to be fruitless in the long-term. I needed medical help...
Aboard the Tamil Nadu Express: Next Stop - Insanity!
had met a woman in the hotel, and was totally mad about her. The moment
he saw her he knew that she was a heartbreaker. He said that's when Jimmy
Page's mind-blowing guitar riff began playing inside of his head...
God and Jerry Seinfeld: Spaced Out in India
other travellers, I have been to numerous holy places steeped in mysticism
where yoga and meditation courses abound. Unlike other travellers, however,
I had never felt any compulsion to indulge in a spiritual quest for inner
peace (or whatever it is they search for)...
"I would like
you to be the main actor in a film I am making, sir." Everyone in
the room turned to see who said this. A few seconds later they began looking
in my direction and I almost choked on my coffee...
Copenhagen to Byron Bay: An Energy Crisis and a Tale of Two Women
Someone sat next
to me. She was stunning! She was Scandinavian!! But she looked so out
of place, and not like a usual backpacker. It was as though she had come
straight from a bar in Copenhagen...
Cows and Sugarpuffs: A Taxi Ride to Fame
(27th May 2002)
Women glide past
perched side-saddle on a thousand speeding mopeds. Their saris drape and
flow in the evening pollution, accompanying the strangled wail of film
music coming from the street-side shops...